Creepin' [Charade]

She's going to be mad at me, I already know. But when is she ever not mad at someone? Always with the threatening of corporal punishment. I've got to run this message to the name on the envelope and then I have to go see what else she wants done before the end of the day. I have to remind myself that it is an honor to serve the mistress.

She'll not be pleased that I'm late on delivering though.

I make my way through white hall after cavernous white hall, seeing only a few people here and there. Good. The less congested the halls are the quicker I can deliver this and be on my way to..to..

Oh no. Not him. Not now. Head down Cassie, walk swiftly, maybe he hasn't seen you. Stay calm and breathe. Scratch that, don't breathe. Why does the air around him always smell so bad?

.....Aaaaand he's walking with me. What to do, what to do?


"So, Cassssandra, You're poppin' up on my radar as drop dead gorgeous."

Just the way he said my name makes me feel a tad violated. Why can't Will Katchoo and his fish-breath bother some other unfortunate girl?"Oh, hi Will. I ah, I didn't see you there." I say, hoping my voice contains no trace of revulsion. As well, I ignore his comment. "Done with work today?"I manage a small, polite smile.

Just starting? I can think of a few things he'd like to start, and I doubt I'd find any of them pleasant. He moves so close, I could swear his sideburns brushed my cheek. I shudder involuntarily. More from fear than anything else. I am unprepared for when his arm latches onto my shoulder like some sort of latching um, thingy.

Knowing his love for seafood, I wouldn't be surprised if he took his etiquette lessons from like a crab or something.

"Where are you headed?" Is what he says.

I am about to reply when he adds sweet-buns to the end of his query. I'm sure that my eyes have widened, even as the grip on my envelope has tightened. Likely, I am blushing as well. You know, from disgusted disbelief. The thought of his eyes roaming over my body gives me goosebumps, the kind you get when you are alone and you feel like someone is watching you. Only I'm not alone, and I know exactly who is watching me.

"Oh, I'm just delivering an envelope for my Boss."I say tightly. "Ms. Dewitt. Could you move your arm please?" I say in a small voice, just barely bringing myself to look Will in the eyes.

I think he knows what I meant.

In no way, shape or form do I find this comedic. Moving your arm back and forth is not removing it. I mean, I know he's trying to be funny and all, but this is not the way to go about it. Does he know he's scaring me? I have yet to hit upon the perfect combination for letting someone know that I am just not interested without coming off as an ice queen. Why do people misinterpret being nice with being flirtatious? I just don't understand. This would never happen to my boss. Cora knows how to make people do what she wants. I mean, I'm working for her right? Hahaha.....

She's going to kill me if I'm late on delivering yet another package.


I have got to find some way to get rid of Will. Hmm? What? Well I suppose a break would be nice. Ms.Dewitt has me working constantly. I'm not going to tell him that though. Next time I run into him, I'll see about making sure I have some oysters on hand. Food soothes the savage beast. Or was that music? I don't know. Alright then, food on hand next time for su-

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There is a hand on my shoulder. There is a hand on the seat of my jeans.




Will Katchoo is kidnapping me. He is taking me back to his lair.



Today is the day I die.




I'm not sure, but I may be overreacting. Whether or not I am, I have definitely crying.

"Will... I need to deliver this, c-can you put me d-down?"